
Alt. Americana's pockets these days are bulging with leagues upon leagues of college murmurers, clinging onto the backs of freight trains mapped across this watery globe by the likes of MGMT, Vampire Weekend and Passion Pit, and Pomegranates are a welcome weight to the load. More dollar than dime-a-dozen, the Daytrotter revolution has taken up arms, with the likes of Surfer Blood and Local Natives asserting themselves as the ripest crops in fields cultivated on early Weezer records and shiny, summer guitar chimes. Cincinnati's Pomegranates fill their forlornly urgent tracks with the confused emotions of pre-pubescent Valentine's cards, [...]